xoxo, nico

remind me to bitch about this:

you told me you were going to make me your queen but now whenever i hear your name all i can think is off with your head. i pretend that i’m the one in the throne and you are below me on your knees with your head down begging me for the plea of insanity so i spare your life. sorry love, not this time. instead, i’d like to stuff it and place it upon a shelf with all the other ones i’ve collected over the years. some of them are getting dusty now but your looks are still shiny and new even if there’s no life in those blue eyes. frame after frame after frame its always exactly the same and my crimes i committed years ago in vain are dragging behind me like shackles and chains. i let it go but they’re all still connected to my ankles. every evening i go home with a migraine and every morning i wake up in pain from tossing and turning on a slab of concrete screaming in my head for the gate keeper to pretty please fucking let me out of this place.